The needles
twisted colours of grey
tiny ripples stopped short
one point holding it all together
two things controlling the rest
high and better
with one tug
away it goes
lost in a tumble of softness
and frustration
Painting
he dipped his brush into the paint, fingers all wrapped around
he pulled it roughly along the page
and blue line to start
he took his time, thinking hard
tiny new lines on his forehead
sudden inspiration
orange sky to brighten up the night
the others look and smiled
knowing a secret they all shared
i huddled close, staring intently but they never do tell
there lips sealed tightly
forgetting quickly
the best secret keepers around .
Real
i held my finger over the kettle
the stream rose up
beaded sweat and tiny droplets
white hot burn
blistering madness
my trapped voice
buried deep
this pain is real
but the masked silence
filled with words
bubbling noise
way too fast
cold relief
running water
frosted tap
cool betrayal
In the rain
empty pocket warm slowly
damp soles tear and scratch
hands clenched, hidden from view
arms wrapped tightly, holding in
cold numb limbs blister and shake
and heads bowed down
against the rain.
silly little fingers
they said we used to hold hands
but i don’t remember it
imagine
sticky hot hands held together just for the fun of it
did we wrap our arms around us
not tall enough to reach
clasping horribly
waddling along
falling over our feet
did we ever have wide toothy grins
gaps and holes galore
tiny white towers
formed in crooked rows
but you never shared your toys
i am a big girl now
and you moved away.
1close my eyes
away i float
along my river filled
with noises not loud enough to drown out the voices in my head
the tempting little options
gliding beside me
the un-thoughtof fates
that i will soon decide
What you don’t see
my hands frantically tear and rip at anything nearby
i hit and punch
scream and yell all on the inside
hot clear tears roll down my face
i shamefully hang my head
scared of my own emotions
ashamed to feel
rolled tightly
locked in a ball
in case i want different
i feel the glares
even when they are gone
sense the tense jaws
the held back words
my knuckles long to smash against everything
my feet slam over and over
thudding quietly against the floor
sounds are dangerous
emotion should not be shown
it makes you angry when i cry.
so many views
I hold out my hand
Stretched a little too far
Tiny gift, nestled insecure
Hiding under my skin.
Looking down, it doesn’t look like
Much.
Thrown to the side
Left out to go stale and dry
_____________________
You waltz in
Arms by your held to your side
Heavy steps, bearing eyes
From behind you
Someone stumbles
Buckling under the weight
Of your problems
_____________________
Calmly you place a box on the table
It blooms and purrs
Growing out, like tiny
Celebrations.
Everyone gathers
Happy for the change
Away from the stale sentiment
You couldn’t help but hate.
thick musty air
falls foul at my feet
my heavy breath drags it up
it twists desperately in my throat
grappling its way backwards
out and onto my skin
knocking gently on my hands
that hold my angry screams in.
Open lines
In a few more hours
I’ll be taking my last breaths
In a few more hours
I’ll be dyeing like the rest
In a couple so tightly held
The world could never come between
Open palms showing the sky, that life is still there after we die
Fingers with sand crust nails
Capturing the innocent tails
The stuff that we never knew
The stuff that they never taught
Tempting seas of black
Distracting white ribbons
Testing our eyes, fooling the brain
Tell us but
Not letting us know
When
Is it the time
To let us all go;
I always wondered what it would be like
To open your mouth and no sound to come out
To be silent like the trees.
speech a dying custom among the forgotten and unbelieved.
If you expect to hear no more
Then we will loose our place, pushed to the back.
So easily taken away and replaced.
